“When it rains, it pours.” I’m sure you’ve heard that one before, haven’t you?
Or perhaps you’ve felt like this is what has happened to you. Not just one or two things in a row that go wrong, but a multitude of them.
To be completely transparent with you, this is how I feel about the last few months.
(Spoiler alert: This will start to sound like a whine session, but turns out kinda good. Keep reading:))
Our family has been hit with one mishap after another. Just when I think to myself that surely this is “it” for awhile, something else happens.
It all started with a fender bender I had on Black Friday and things have pretty much gone downhill from there. Nothing that is the end of the world in the grand scheme of life, but still…here’s just a little sampling of our life in the last 3 1/2 months: one fender bender, 3 separate flat tire incidents, an oven that caught on fire, frozen water pipes, septic issues, one broken humerus, one injured wrist (a week after being released from the broken arm–same kid, different arm), anxiety issues at school, and I could go on but I’ll stop there.
The topper was this past week when my husband’s vehicle had to be in the shop for a few days to repair a head gasket, plus some other goodies that the mechanic found when digging under the hood. We literally picked up his car Friday night–after paying a mucho hefty garage bill that made me cringe.
“Good grief, hopefully this is IT!” I really said that to myself and out loud to him. Yup, things were looking up….that is, until the very next morning when he hit a tree that fell into the middle of the road and couldn’t slam the brakes in enough time. With the same car we had just shelled out big bucks to fix. Oh, my poor man. Thank the Lord he was safe. The car, however…not so good. I could have cried, but held it together until after we had the police come out, cut the offending tree up and moved it so no one else suffered the same fate, and determined that we actually did not need a tow like originally thought (big praise here–it was actually drivable and not messed up underneath!). We got ourselves home and held each other, not even knowing what to say or how to react.
Well, after a few minutes I happened to look over at our counter where my husband typically places his wallet, and there was a pile of crumpled dollar bills and coins.
“Where did that money come from?” He didn’t put it there, and I know I didn’t put it there.
“Hey, does anyone know where this money came from?”
Well, my pure hearted Andrew, my child who has struggled the most this winter, came out to the kitchen with a sheepish look on his face.
“I did it,” he said. “Dad, it’s for you to help fix your car.”
Ever seen an ugly cry? Oh my heavens, I cried buckets and Jeff was just barely holding it together. We hugged our boy and assured him that everything was going to be fine, we have money in our savings, and he could keep his own money for other things.
My sweet boy had emptied his little jelly jar marked “Andrew Craig- College Savings” to try and help us out. I could still cry all over just thinking about it. What a beautiful example of sacrificial love. It blew me away.
Well, hopefully things are looking up from here. Sure, it’s been a rough one, but God is good. He never told us that we wouldn’t have troubles, did he? In fact, I’m certain it states in the Bible that we WILL have them. Thankfully I can trust that He only wants what’s best for us and we’ll just lean on that promise right now.
I hope you enjoyed my little story. It touched me so much that I just had to share it with you all.
Blessings to you,